used to be bumming. some days i'm still bumming, the difference is now it's by choice.
at the hospital, checking out the cameras and guards as if i'mma pull some shit like The Joker here.
damn, i might just hate FIFA as much as i hate FIA. these organisations be ruining the sports bad.
i fucking love hip-hop. nothing more like in it's pure form, shit feels like home.
βI remember salt smoke from a beach fire And shadows
under the pines β Solid, clean β¦ fixed β Seagulls perched at
the tip of land, White upon green β¦ And a wind comes
through the pines To sway the shadows; The seagulls spread
their wings, Lift And fill the sky with screeches. And I hear
the wind Blowing across our beach, And the surf, And I see
that our fire Has scorched the seaweed.β
under the pines β Solid, clean β¦ fixed β Seagulls perched at
the tip of land, White upon green β¦ And a wind comes
through the pines To sway the shadows; The seagulls spread
their wings, Lift And fill the sky with screeches. And I hear
the wind Blowing across our beach, And the surf, And I see
that our fire Has scorched the seaweed.β